Finding You

I'll Wait for you

"What's up?" I answer into the phone and wait for a response through the chaos of noise.

"I need you Natalie. Things are hectic and you were supposed to be here already." Dan tells me and I sigh. I look at my watch and roll my eyes. Showtime is still a hour away.

"Dan, according to my contract, I don't have to be there until 8. You need to calm down. I'll be there in an hour." I tell him as clear as I can.

"Oh, fuck the contract. Get over here." He tells me and I slouch.

"Fine but I'm leaving an hour early." I hang up and walk back to the room where Brad is sitting at the desk checking that his videos are still good to upload.

"I have to go to the stadium." I kiss his head softly before grabbing my shoes and sitting on the bed.

"You want me to come with you?" He asks, turning to me. I shake my head.

"No, the wifi is better here and I won't be gone long really." I slide my shoes on and pull the strings tight.

"You know I don't mind either way. Just call me if you change your mind."

"I will. If you finish up and get bored, give me a call and we can figure something out." I stand and bend down to kiss him.

"Have fun." He tells me with a small smile.

"Hmm, I will when I get back." I grab my purse and make sure all the essentials are in it before walking out of the room and finding an elevator.

I show the guard my ID and he lets me in. I've learned to stand tall and always act like you know what you're doing at these types of things. I find my way back stage to where the guys should be.

"Are the guys here yet?" I ask another worker.

"They're not scheduled to be in for a few hours from now." Of course they're not.

"Thank you." I pull my phone out and call Dan.

"Where are you?" He asks and I take a deep breath.

"At the stadium. Where are you?"

"In my trailer. Can you hurry?"

"Yeah, I'll be right over." I all but jog towards the exit and around the building to his trailer. I knock on the door and he shouts for me to come in.

"Dan, what's going on?" I ask as I shut the door. I turn to see an actual disaster. It looks like he has thrown everything into the floor.

"Thank god." He stands up and I turn around. Dear God.

"Will you please put some underwear on or something?" I ask and rub my face, thankful that I didn't get around to putting makeup on this morning.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night." He says and I sigh.

"It's fine. Let's move on to this morning. Why do you need me?" I ask softly.

"I got too drunk last night and I'm hungover." He tells me and I puff.

"Isn't there a dozen people around here that can help you?"

"None with your attitude." I turn around and cross my arms over my chest.

"That's a little rude don't you think?" I ask, thankful that he's tied the robe tightly around himself.

"Sorry. Didn't really mean it like that. I just meant that you won't take my crap. I can't hurt your feelings."

"I'm flattered, truly."

"Did you tell Brad about last night?"

"I did." I sit in one of the chairs and place my purse on the coffee table.